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“You shooed away a whole restaurant full of people?” “You said you wouldn’t be comfortable with them staring at you.” He pulls my hand closer. “Now they won’t.” My heartbeat skyrockets. That’s the most fucking romantic thing a man has ever done for me.
“That nod. Because it looked like you were giving the waiter permission to address me.” “And what’s wrong with that?” “Are you for real?” “He’s not from the Family, Milene. Therefore, he is not permitted to look at my wife unless I allow him to.”
I’m afraid that if he tried to pull me into the depths of hell while looking at me like this, I would willingly follow.
Before he joined Cosa Nostra, Alessandro was a professional hitman. So, I made sure his skills wouldn’t go to waste.
Az!
“I’ve already taken away all of her choices in life,” I say. “When we do, eventually, sleep together, it’ll be because she’s decided to take that step.”
“I’m not jealous.” I take a sip of coffee. “I just have an uncontrollable urge to kill any man who even looks at my wife.”
“You’re safe with me because I’m the worst it can get, cara. And no one will dare touch what is mine.”
“Because I don’t think I’ll survive watching a man I love die, Tore,” she whispers, looking down into my eyes.
“I want to feel her skin when I touch her,” I answer. “And I can’t do that if I’m wearing a glove.”
“If even a seed of an idea of hurting my wife formed in anyone’s head, I would smash said head open with my bare hands like it’s a fucking watermelon,” I spit out. “Next, I would take out their sick brain and squeeze it so hard the only thing left would be mush.”
The sleeve of his jacket has ridden up, revealing a leather bracelet around his wrist. At the knot where the leather string is tied, there’s a small silver pendant in the shape of a teddy bear with a pink bow atop its head.
I feel like this will be important
Oh, how I will enjoy filleting the man who hurt the only thing in this world I love.
“Yours does. Try giving one of the smiles that belong to me to someone else and watch the river of blood ensue.”
“But I love you anyway, Tore.” I smile. His gaze moves to my lips and stays there. “I love you, too.” My breath catches. His eyes move back to mine as his other hand comes to stroke my ear. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I know it’s not easy. Being loved by me.” I bite my bottom lip and take a deep breath. “You’re wrong.” I know he loves me, but it’s different when he says it. That he’s reached the point where he can utter those three little words means more than the sentiment itself. “Being loved by you is the best fucking feeling in the world.”
From the moment we came home from the hospital a month ago, Salvatore has been using every opportunity he can to sneak into the nursery, take Mia, and carry her around with him everywhere.
“I’m afraid she won’t love me.” “What?” I tighten my hold on his cheeks and shake his head slightly. “Of course she’ll love you, baby. You’re her dad.” Salvatore’s eyes open and even though he doesn’t say anything, I see worry deep inside his amber depths. “She will love you,” I say again and press my lips to his. “She’ll fucking adore you. Like I do.” “You promise?” he whispers into my mouth. “I promise.”
He looks down at the baby sleeping on his chest. Mia’s eyes flutter open and a moment later two amber gazes collide. And then, my husband smiles.
